Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.